'I owe you for those car fares. Two; wasn't it? Or three?'
'Oh, shucks! Don't think of that!'
'Was it two or three?'
'Well—if you really—two.'
Henry gave him a dime. Then entered the item in the small book.
'What's that?' asked McGibbon. 'Keep accounts?'
'Oh, yes,' Henry replied; 'I'm very careful about money.'
'It's a good way to be,' said McGibbon.
The Gleaner office was over Hemple's meat-market on Simpson Street, up a long flight of stairs. Here they paused.
'Come up,' said McGibbon jovially, 'and pick out the place for your desk.'